A R RY I T B A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z
Mileys P O V
When I got home last night, it was to late to call Lily or Oliver. Not that I would call Oliver anyway. I had to be at the hospital by five thirty, but I was awake by three thirty. I tried going to sleep at ten o'clock but I couldn't sleep. My arm hurt, I was messed up by the drugs they gave me and my coach called to tell us the game tomorrow. My dad is only the assistent coach.
Finally it was four thirty and we all got up, made breakfast, and got on to the hospital. I brought my uniform. They gave me two more bracelets. One alerting them that I was allergic to penicillin. When I woke up I was so emotional. They had to put a crack in the cast (I got pink by the way) to help if my fingers started swelling. Then they had to have tape around the cast to keep it from falling off. When I saw it I cried. I was so upset over the tape. It was ugly and I didn't know anyone else who had tape over their cast. I cried. Almost as hard as when they had to put the IV in me. I hate needles. Wait, they are okay as long as they don't go through my skin. Anyways after they wheeled me to my room, dad left to go to the softball game, and Jackson stayed by. He started doodling on the tape just to get me to shut up about how ugly it is. After a couple hours they let me go and Jackson dropped me off for the tournament. We had a break in between the games so only dad and my head coach were there. My dad said we lost the first game 1 to 17. He thinks it's because everyone was sad about my arm. I got dad and Jackson to sign it. When the whole team showed up they signed it to.
Then the hardest part came. Lily pulled up in her moms car with Oliver next to her. Her mom went to find a spot and Lily asked a bajillion questions. I took off my sling and let her sign. Then Oliver did. He signed it, Oliver, your friend, I hope. I was forgiving him even though I didn't want to.
I still got to cheer in the dugout. they lost that game too, and then lost and won one the next day. The next day was my birthday, the last monday of the school year, and the first day of school with a broken arm.
Lilys P O V
Our softball team really sucked that weekend. Oliver started getting Mileys trust back. I could see it. Miley didn't want him too, but it happened. They still aren't the best of friends yet.
"So Miley, what do you want to do after school?" I asked after wishing her a happy birthday.
"I don't know. Whatever."
"Could Oliver come along?" I asked sorta kinda queitly.
"Lil," she whined.
"Please?" I said with a puppy dog face.
"Alright but no funny buisness. Oh no!" she screamed.
"What?"
"I have a broken arm," she said.
"No way! Really? Is that what the cast is for?" Lily asked.
"No Lily! How am I going to be Hannah Montana with a broken arm?" she asked.
"That's right. Just wear long sleeves."
"I can't fit sleeves over this concrete sleeve. What about the sling?"
"Wear your brown jacket over something and forget the sling for a concert."
"I guess, but I can't always wear the brown jacket."
"I'm sure you have tons of stuff."
"Yeah maybe."
We walked through the halls and to her house. She had a birthday concert tonight in Malibu. It was half price tickets for thirteen through seventeen year olds to celebrate her birthday. I missed Jackson. I didn't get to see him much. While she went upstairs, I stayed on the couch with Jackson. He was begging to do something.
"What can we do?" he asked.
"I don't know. Are you going to Mileys concert?"
"Oliver and you are."
"You really think she is going to let Oliver come along?"
"Okay your right."
I paused for a moment and got a cocky look on my face.
"I am aren't I?"
He started laughing and got me down to tickle me.
"No stop!" I begged.
He picked me up around my waist.
"Put me down!" I screamed.
The was another knock on the door. Jackson and I were pretty sure who it was.
"Hey Oliver," Jackson greeted at the door.
"Hey Jackson. Is Miley here?"
"Yeah she's got a concert in an hour."
"Can I talk to her?"
"Sure she's in her room. Knock first she's probably changing."
"Thanks."
He went up the stairs and I had to know what he was going to say.
"Jackson? How can you do that?" I asked.
"Do what?"
"We have to know what he's going to say."
"In the closet!"
"The closet?"
"Yeah you can hear from her room, but she can't hear us in the closet."
We ran into the closet straining to hear.
"Miley?" he asked.
"Who is it?"
"It's Oliver."
"Go away."
"Come on Miley open the door please."
"Why should I?"
"Because I still care about you. As a friend."
"Yeah I'm sure you do. That's why you made out with me then dumped me."
"Just give me five minutes and if you don't like what I'm saying then you can go back to hating me."
I heard the door open.
"Who says I hate you?" she asked casually.
"You act like it."
"I hate the fact that you don't love me."
"I hate the fact that you don't like me."
"But why did you go out with me then?"
"Because Lily rejected me and I wanted to feel wanted. I thought maybe if I went out with you, I could love you, and find happiness in you that I couldn't find in Lily."
"Why couldn't you find that?"
"Because in that kiss I reallized how much I missed that friendship."
"Oh. Then do you still like Lily?"
"I thought I would, but now I only want to be friends with her too."
Pause.
"Please forgive me?" he asked.
"Okay. Can you hand me my pills?"
"These? What are they?"
"Their pain killers. For my arm of course."
"I'm really sorry you broke your arm."
"Don't be. It was stupidity of not putting my arms up. And who slides in gym?"
"Apparantly the smartest girl I know."
"If I wasn't so sure you didn't like me, I would say you were hitting on me."
"Who says I don't like you?"
"Wait then why did you dump me?"
"I was scared. I thought maybe you wouldn't want to be friends at all if we went out for a long time and then broke up."
"Well your wrong. Because I still want to go out with you."
"I still want to go out with you. But I can't."
Miley sighed.
"Okay."
I knew she was very frustrated. Jackson and I smiled. Then we tried getting out. He jiggled the handle but it wouldn't move.
"Uh-oh," he said.
"Stop playing Jackson," I said.
"I'm not."
I then reallized Jackson was serious. Boy there's a phrase you don't say often.
We started punding on the door screaming help. Finally it opened and Miley and Oliver stood looking at us. Then Mileys eyebrows raised.
I reallized what she ment.
"Oh no, it's not what it looks like. See my lipstick isn't smeared."
"It could be," Jackson said.
"I'll take a raincheck."
We got up and Miley let all three of us in the limo.
(A/N: this chapter wasn't very exciting so I'll give some previews for the next chapter which moves ahead six weeks later where Miley gets her cast off, Lily and Jackson are still going out, and Oliver and Miley are really heating up.
"Oliver, how can you be so blind?"
"Miley don't pull that shit."
"Just because it's summer doesn't mean I can't get up early."
Those lines will be in the next chapter. Not nessecarily in order and I won't tell you who said them. Please review everybody.)